Links in Life | Youngbin, Chani | SF9

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About 1km from the office, Youngbin and Inseong entered a steakhouse- an expensive steakhouse to be more accurate. Inseong was absolutely delighted when he found out he didn't have to pay for the meal. Youngbin said since the conference went so well, he would treat Inseong- and also to thank him for his flawless translating.

They requested for two seats in the lively restaurant and the waiter led them to a small table in the back. He let them look at the menu and said he would be back in five minutes. The two gentlemen made themselves comfortable in the velvet covered chairs and began to let their eyes roam on the menu.

In the end, Inseong ordered for the both of them. They ordered two well-aged rump steaks with homemade chips and for drinks, a bottle of expensive, fine, red wine.

For half an hour, the two talked since they were so close and maybe planned a few things such as birthday parties. The steak was served as the waiter said "Enjoy your meal!" to them with a smile and left.

"Cheers!" Inseong and Youngbin let their cups meet one another before taking a small sip of the divine delicacy.

What they especially savoured during the meal, was the juicy steak. It cut easily like cheese and tasted like a meal fit for a king. The homemade chips were also fried to perfection, which added as a bonus.

By the end of the meal, both had happy stomachs and Youngbin told Inseong to ask for the bill.

"Let's see.." Youngbin mumbled as he checked the bill. "...£155. Should we give them £160 to include a tip?" He asked Inseong. Inseong just replied with a nod. "Okay then."

They handed in the bill with a thank you and returned to walking on the street. The time was already 10 O'clock  so it was quite late- not to mention the lack of pedestrians present on the pavements also seemed shady. The roads suddenly became more eerie as functioning street lights became awol.

Youngbin wasn't fazed by any of his surroundings since he was such a fearless man but Inseong, not so much. He was practically hugging Youngbin's arm.

They had just turned a corner and were walking when a black figure emerged from the left. It was dressed completely in black and it's face was hidden with a mask. The thing about the figure which kept Youngbin alert and on guard the most, was the shiny, sharp knife, located in the figure's hand.

"Give me everything you've got." It spurred.

"What did he just say?" Youngbin asked Inseong.

Inseong, at this point was shaking, but he still managed to speak. "H-h-he says to give him all our s-stuff."

Youngbin looked to his hands and remembered he was holding his briefcase which contained all his important files. This was definitely something he could not give away.

"No." Youngbin simply replied.

"What did you just say." The figure, finally recognised as a man, began to step closer to the two with his weapon pointing as them.

"No." Youngbin repeated. This infuriated the man and he walked closer to Youngbin but quickly manoeuvred towards Inseong. In an instant, the knife was aimed at Inseong.

"GIVE ME ALL YOUR BELONGINGS NOW! OR YOUR FRIEND HERE GETS IT."

Youngbin was put into a dilemma as his best friend was important but he couldn't lose all his work either. The three stood there but in a flash, the mugger fell down to the floor, dropping his knife, releasing his grip off Inseong.

Youngbin and Inseong were shocked to see they were no longer in danger and looked to see who was their saviour. It was completely unexpected.

A young boy, no older than sixteen, stood on the pavement, staring with no emotion at the two. He wore ripped clothes and was extremely skinny with messy, dirty hair, yet he had clear, brown eyes- which almost intimidated the older two. Dirt lay on his face. The unusual thing though, was that the boy looked Korean. Not English. Korean.